Author's Note: I will be switching to the third person for better narration and visualisation.
The duel between the two raged on forcing the other artras to give them wide berth to battle on the podium. Kevin had asked them to let him handle this himself. His reasons for this were still unknown to them. Suspended high in the air was the silhouette of a clock counting the time left until the Siege was out of time in Armensia.
Dark magic rolled off Texan in waves of increasing intensity, but no matter how much he used the magic to enhance his speed and strength, Kevin matched it and stood his ground. Secretly, Kevin was having a blast fighting with the dark mage. It was the first time since he'd come from Serif that he was fighting nearly unrestrained and the thrill was rejuvenating.